By the way, the bed at the Cadillac Motel was super comfortable. The first firm bed on this trip, other than the ground.
In a break from my usual routine, I packed up everything and went to church on a fully loaded bike. There were two churches relatively nearby – a Baptist and Methodist. I had not been to a Methodist one yet on this trip, so went to that one. Mt. Carmel Methodist had Sunday School at 9:45, and worship at 11.
As with all the other churches I visited, no one was concerned with something as superficial as my attire. No one even blinked that I had a T-shirt and bike shorts on, even though most were dressed semi-formal. I will also add that on this entire trip, no one at a predominantly white church noticed that I was not white, and no one at a predominantly black church noticed that I was not black. Simply not an issue. Having never been to the South, before this journey, in my ignorance I thought it might be. Nope. We’re basically just Christians trying to do the best we can.
I thought it was a short run of just about 18 miles into Gainesville, which was why I rode over on a rest day. It was crazy hot on the way over, because a tailwind was matching my speed, and the humidity was oppressive. But then, the clouds rolled in, and cool breezes. A thunderstorm was coming.
I have my flight back booked for Saturday. Goal for tomorrow is Palatka. Might be too ambitious. Thunderstorms expected.